chapter 320 Meet Wuming again

The sword in Wuming's hand hung low, with a drop of blood slowly flowing down from it. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were focused on the young man in front of him.
His intuition told him that the young man in front of him was definitely no more than fifteen years old, but his gaze was more terrifying than the most powerful tiger he had ever encountered in the mountains. The aura emanating from his eyes seemed as if he wanted to eat him alive.
There was a scar on the boy's...